Collapse Iron: Cosplaying the Near-Death Star, but with a full destiny.

When Ye Xing led the three "heavyweight" guests into the Shence Mansion's study, which was already drafty, the gravity of the entire space seemed to increase tenfold in an instant.

Jing Yuan sat behind the desk, the cup of tea in his hand already cold, and his gaze swept over the people who had just entered.

Finally, he shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

"Today, the Shence Palace truly shines with honor."

"Wanted criminals from Luofu, villains from the interstellar world, and old friends from hundreds of years ago, all gathered at this table."

"If this gets out, even the Grand Diviner's Qiong Guan Formation will be blown up."

Before he finished speaking, a crimson aura of malevolence suddenly erupted.

The moment Ren stepped across the threshold, his gaze never left Dan Heng in the corner for even a second.

That figure.

That blue, indifferent figure, the one he wished he could devour and sleep on.

Seven hundred years of pain, seven hundred years of torment, and the despair of countless cycles of death and rebirth transformed into a tangible killing intent at this moment.

The konjac juice of the blade... ugh, the demonic yin body is about to flare up again.

"Drink...the moon..."

A low growl came from Blade's throat, the madness of a beast trapped in a cage for too long.

His bandages were trembling, and the blade of the broken sword was shaking violently, emitting a shriek that craved blood.

No nonsense, no hesitation.

He even ignored the star blocking his way, his figure like a blood-red lightning bolt, heading straight for Dan Heng's throat.

Dan Heng's fingers tightened slightly, and the Cloud-Striking Spear appeared in the void, with a blue dragon shadow circling behind him, ready to strike at any moment.

"Listen to me, Ah Ren."

A voice, almost too gentle, floated lightly to Ren's ear.

It's not heavy, and it doesn't make a sound.

But it was like an invisible chain, instantly restraining the beast that was about to be released from its cage.

Kafka stood behind Blade, her black-gloved hand gently resting on Blade's shoulder.

In his crimson eyes, the light of his words flowed like a datura blooming in the abyss.

"It's not the right time yet."

"Put away your sword."

"Be good."

The blade froze in mid-air.

In those eyes, stained red by the demonic body, madness and reason clashed fiercely.

His body emitted a crackling sound as his bones ground together due to extreme restraint.

"Ka... Fu... Ka..."

He gritted his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"He is...there..."

"I know."

Kafka tapped his shoulder lightly with her fingers, as if soothing a sulking child.

"But he can't escape."

"The script says that today's scenes aren't about you fighting each other here."

"obedient."

As the last syllable faded, the red light in the blade's eye receded somewhat, with extreme reluctance.

He glared at Dan Heng for a moment, then finally lowered the broken sword in his hand, like a statue that had lost its power, and silently retreated into the shadows of the corner.

On the other side...

Although Jingliu had sheathed her sword, the chill emanating from her remained undiminished.

Those eyes, hidden by a black veil, "looked" at Kafka as she walked in, and then "looked" at the scarred blade.

"Yingxing..."

She didn't make a sound, only her lips moved slightly.

The once spirited craftsman has now become this helpless figure, unable to even die.

The irony was colder and more chilling than the ice sword in her hand.

The atmosphere in the room remained tense, like a fully drawn string.

The killing intent of the blade, the chill of the mirror flow, the vigilance of Dan Heng, the solemnity of Jing Yuan, and the inherent dangerous aura of the Star Core Hunter.

These combined forces turned the Shence Mansion's study into a powder keg that could explode at any moment.

"Snapped!"

A crisp clap broke the suffocating silence.

Mohoshi stood in the center of the room, his hands clasped together.

Just a moment ago, a warm, vast, and extremely inclusive power emanated from her.

That is the power of "harmony" Hippie.

Although I only borrowed a little bit of the material, it was perfect for me to act as a peacemaker in this situation.

The golden halo rippled outwards, forcefully squeezing into the space between those mutually repelling auras.

It is not aggressive, but rather like a soft ball of cotton, wrapping all the sharp spikes inside.

The tense atmosphere, which had been on the verge of conflict, was strangely calmed down by this force.

"Alright, alright, everyone, tone it down."

As if nothing had happened, Mohoshi waved his hand casually.

"We're here for a meeting, not to demolish houses."

"Although I know that you two have a history of grudges and feuds spanning hundreds of years, enough to make a novel that could be serialized for millions of words."

"but!"

She held up one finger and waved it in front of everyone.

"There is only one topic today."

"That is—to bring back the person everyone wants to see."

This sentence is like a shot in the arm.

Whether it was the volatile blade, the icy mirror flow, or even the vigilant Dan Heng, they all fell silent at this moment.

Their gazes, without prior agreement, focused on Hoshino.

Hoshino was very satisfied with the result.

She was just about to start explaining the plan... no, I mean, to continue her charade.

The jade tablet in my pocket suddenly trembled.

This was followed by a series of rapid beeping sounds.

Ding ding ding ding—

"Why?"

Hoshi took out his phone and looked at it.

It was a message from Xing.

There are also a lot of pictures.

[Star]: How's the situation on your end? Has a fight broken out? I saw that the clouds above Shence Mansion have been dispersed.

[Star]: We're doing pretty well here. Let me show you what these Golden Bloods are doing. It's hilarious.

Hoshino raised an eyebrow.

In such a serious occasion, filled with the weight of history, it seems a bit inappropriate to look at this kind of thing.

but……

She is Hoshino.

She's the woman who dares to dance in front of the Star God.

"cough."

She coughed lightly, picked up her phone, and walked directly to Jing Yuan's desk, turning the screen around.

"General, and everyone else, don't be so bitter and resentful just yet."

"I'll show you something interesting."

"Look at these guests from the past, how much fun they're having in your Luofu."

On the screen, the first photo immediately caught the eye.

That was an open-air teahouse in Jinren Lane.

Tibo, Tian, ​​and Tining, the three golden-blooded mentors, are sitting around a table.

But strangely, they weren't drinking tea.

Instead, each person held a set of mahjong tiles and was engaged in a fierce battle with Qingque (who had apparently skipped work at some point).

In the photo, Tibo stares intently at the cards in her hand, Tian is scratching her head, trying to calculate the score, while Tinin...

Tinning was sticking a "get rich" sign on her forehead, seemingly performing some kind of mysterious prayer ritual.

Caption: [The wisdom of the Golden Clan has ultimately been defeated by the national treasure of Luofu. Qingque is already teaching them how to play cards.]

Jing Yuan looked at the photo, and his originally tense lips twitched involuntarily.

"Bluebird..."

He held his forehead.